Glad I’m Not Domesticated
I gradually drifted toward wakefulness the other morning. I rubbed my eyes, and looked at the clock, and rubbed them again. This was later...
The Church of the Septic Tank
I had a strange dream the other night. It was about septic tanks. Yeah. Poop tanks. Ewww. The dream began with a toilet. The toilet serve...
My children were born for such a time as this.
I’ve been reflecting on some of what Scripture says about the nature of believers’ words in difficult times. Well, our words should be this ...
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